The bazaar is a shithole of a place – a hive of scum and villainy. It’s also the best place in a hundred miles to stock up on supplies so Luciana, despite her disdain, shows up every once in a while. Guns, ammo, tools, and food make it her worth her while but all of that is forgotten when she sees him.
She nearly runs to him but something makes her hesitate. She watches, studies, and sees the looseness of his limbs, the way he struggles to remain up right. He’s high.
Pushing away from the wall, she carefully approaches.
“Nick?”